I volley between them, confused, until Wells grins up at me with a gleam in his eye.
“Cherry, I’m pierced.”
Pierced? What does pierced mean…oh. He’s pierced.
Wells takes himself out of his shorts as I watch, feeling Brooks brush his fingers against my neck again.
“It’s called a Jacob’s ladder,” Brody explains as Wells shows me his cock. “Five barbells that go all the way up.”
I glance at Brody, and he’s staring at Wells’ cock too. And that makes me look at Brooks. He looks up from the same thing before he winks at me and says, “He’s ribbed for our pleasure.”
Wells gently takes my hand, pausing as if he’s asking permission, so I nod, mesmerized as he guides my fingers over each ridge up and down his shaft.
I lean down, looking at him closer, suddenly so curious how his veins would feel against the softness of my cheeks. Or how those bars would feel on my tongue.
“Cherry, you get any closer, and I might bust one too early.”
“It’s just so…” I breathe out, letting my fingers brush over the jewelry. “I want…”
My words stay hidden again, but Wells grunts. “Say it, Cherry.”
I want to, but I don’t really know how to ask for what I want because I’m not sure what that is. I want them to fuck me. I want to suck Wells off. I want Brooks to jerk Brody off while Wells fingers me…I want it all.
“Eyes,” Brody commands. So I look at him. “Good girls get rewarded. Tell us what you want, baby.”
My face snaps to Wells, remembering our last conversation in my room before I take his hand and bring his middle finger to my mouth. My eyes drop before I suck it slowly.
I’m not sure if I’m doing a good job or not. But what I know is that I want to learn.
I feel Wells’ smile before his deep voice rings out.
“On your knees, Brooks.”
chapter ten
. . .
Blow job class is now in session.
Brooks has my hand in his as he leads me to their bedroom. I walk quietly beside him, glancing at the other guys as they smile back at me.
Everything feels surreal. Like I’m having an out-of-body experience.
Brody’s in the lead, pausing at the door before he glances at Wells, then back at me.
“Are you ready for this, Margot?”
Am I?I blink a few times, looking between their handsome faces, before I nod.
The sound of the handle clicking and turning arms me with a shy smile becauseholy shit. I’m really doing this.
Brody walks inside, followed by Wells, then us. But the moment I cross the threshold, the first thing I notice is a giant bed.
Not justgiantbut bigger than any king bed I’ve ever seen.
My finger lifts, pointing. “How big—”
“It’s an Alaskan king. We’re big boys,” Brody jokes.
